Chapter 2.5
My god. Jalen. I never believed that the bastard would die. I mean, I'm not surprised that he took up with Lucius Malfoy. He would be attracted to him – someone that was just as evil, as charming, and beautiful. God. Why the bloody hell am I so upset over this? Jalen was nothing to me. NOTHING! He deserved to die. He deserved to die a horrible, painful death for what he did to me, for what happened to me.
Still. I never believed he would die. The evil ones don't die. Look at Voldemort. He didn't die, he won't die. He's too evil to die. The closest we've been able to come to killing him was trapping him. Fucking, bloody bastard.
Jalen. Nikolas. Why did you have to come back into my life? I was doing so well, I was healing, I was recovered. I had gotten over you and over what happened. I had forced it all away, forgotten as much as I've been able to. WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU COME BACK? YOU WERE DEAD TO ME! YOU DIED WITH THE BABY! WHY COULDN'T YOU STAY DEAD?
Of course, Jalen did die. Really died. I should be happy. I should be shouting with joy because now, I know, that he can never ruin my life again. So why am I so upset? Because of Niko? Because he lost his only brother? Because he's back in my life? Because I still love him?
NO! No. I can't still love him. Not after everything that's happened. Not after what Niko and Jalen did to me. NO! I hate the bastards. BOTH of them. ALL of them.
Why am I crying?
